"Well, there's not much we can do in here," DJ started the conversation, looking at a sad Yoana.
"I know," she squeaked out trying to hold in her tears.
Then, she found a spot further from the music geek; turned away from him and began sobbing as quietly as possible because of abrupt, seemingly unexplainable anxiety, tension and nervousness overtaking her. A sudden change in her routine, unexpectedly having to spend the night in an alien environment further from her home with someone whom she still barely knew, and getting in trouble led to a meltdown. As the sounds of other vehicles nearing the impound could be sensed, she dug her face in the stacks of tires, even trying to move them to the side to burrow in her front end, whilst her weeping intensified and her breaths became sharper. The blue car didn't quite understand this reaction, only remembered that receiving punishments make her freak out.
"Yoana," he addressed her, rolling a bit closer to her, the thought "drama queen" flashing into his mind spontaneously. "What happened," he questioned unsurely.
"Me-elt-t dow-wn," she pressed out in a staccato voice then, dry heaved.
After this, she managed to back up, and turn to face DJ, struggling to keep her face smooth and continued in slow, interrupted speech, "I am n-not ful-ly norm-mal… this m-melt down has to do with it." Then, she added after uncontrollable breathing, "I wish you wouldn't have experienced that," she said, tears still rolling down the sides of her mostly blue front fenders. "Since it already happened…," she began, but had to switch her attention to fight the stimulus to gag, straining in it then, shuddered. "I must reveal what's my condition, soon," she pressed out, taking another breath. "It's something I was born with, I can't help it," she squeaked out whilst shedding newer tears, signaling the beginning of a crying spell. "And it's something that affects nearly everything," she whimpered, then, broke out in mournful sobbing, grieving her possible relationship with the blue one in advance.
"What were you born with? Is it really that bad," asked the male Reko-do after the female's crying grew weaker.
"My brain is wired differently. It's not average," she replied, being able to speak. "Something caused it to develop differently. So, this is a developmental disability and it can't be changed."
"Does this have to do with other characteristics such as being a lexicon on 4 wheels, having an IQ of 144, having a good memory, needing downtime between interactions with other vehicles, having obsessions, having a hunger for knowledge, repeating certain funny stories and jokes, longing for company but never really feeling good in it, sticking to a routine, taking change badly, preferring permanence, having high anxiety, feeling depressed at times, having trouble recognizing irony, not wanting to go to faraway places, having trouble managing things outside of your routine that don't have a deadline, feeling tired a lot and having burnouts," he asked.
"Yes," replied Yoana, looking him in the eyes. "I'm Audystic and my condition is Asparker's on the spectrum. And these meltdowns also come along with it when change or changes are too much for me. I just freak out and it can last for days," she added. "I can't spend the night at other places besides home, I can tolerate hours somewhere, but not spending the night and beyond that. At times I seem like I am on in relationships then, off and distant, but not because I have a problem with someone, I don't have energy to interact with them at times and need downtime, need some time alone to recharge," she finished, anxiety and tension still making itself felt in her. "There is a lot of information about Asparker's on the internet, if you want to know more about me, but I guess I am already much less appealing to you. I feel life is too demanding and also the pressure to follow and apply for myself what is good for neurotypicals. I'm afraid of…," she stopped her monologue, breaking down in tears.
"Yoana, I don't know what to say right now… I feel bad for you," he replied frowning at her then, started rubbing his front fenders against hers. "You are sympathetic to me, you're honest even though regarding some topics you struggle with honesty, you seem trustable, you seem loyal, you try to make sure you're understood, you're usually not afraid to ask questions when I'm unclear to you, so you communicate well and like clarity, you seem accepting in regards of me and you like listening to music," he added. "Now, what are you afraid of," he questioned her.
She cried harder as a result, the answer paired with suspense and dread gaining strength in her thoughts. Desiring to reply to him as soon as possible, she began searching for something which she could write with in the dust. Having found nothing better than mufflers with pipes, she gripped one and wrote "losing you." After reading this, the surprised and sorrowful blue tuner rubbed his front fender against hers and said, "We still don't know each other that well, let's give it time and I strongly recommend continuing to be as honest as possible with each other. It's good that you told me you're Audystic, this is just as important as my infertility."
The female nodded and the two stayed fender-to-fender for a while.